3. A Letter to Celebring

A Letter to Celebring


  • A letter is left in the library of Spellweaver Keep, addressed to Celebring.

    _Mister Celebring,

    I must call upon your knowledge regarding Archdevils. I believe it is of great urgency. Attached is a documentation of something that I saw: a vision, though it seemed to be more of a distortion of what I was actually seeing.

    I have been receiving dreams which are much alike to this vision since then. Sometimes they are simply images of the structure which I will describe shortly. Sometimes I am walking endlessly in a freezing landscape bombarded by a blizzard. There is more, but I must speak with you in person. I will be returning to the Keep regularly in hopes for a reply._

    Wynn Coltrane

    Attached is a parchment, labeled Documentation of vision.

    @d789f5ffe2:

    We were headed south, through the Hobgoblins and such, when I started feeling a bit disoriented. I don't remember too much, but I distinctly remember when things started going blue. First, things just looked a bit bluer. Then, everything was a shade of blue. The wind was deafeningly loud, and the air chilly, and I could hardly make out what everyone was saying. By the time we were in the graveyard, on our way back, everything was a blur.

    Soon enough, I could see nothing. It was all just blue. Ice blue. There were spots of differing shades of blue whose location had correlating voices, and from what I could guess, the smaller spots were Dog Boy and Ethan, and the various other spots were the men accompanying us. It became difficult to walk, and things seemed different. Very different, as if Norwick had been transformed, and the wind was picking up, and colder.

    When we had gotten to the gates, I was lost. Paolo led me to a bench by the fire. Voices were no longer attached to faces. I had been looking about, viewing this strange blueness that had confronted me, and shivering in what had become a blizzard. Then I tried to close my eyes.

    It turns out that this was a mistake.

    I am not sure how I reacted, but what I saw caused at least my conscience to rear back. As I closed my eyes, I saw creatures, silhouettes, walking en masse in one direction. The blizzard was clearly visible, its specks of snow stinging my eyes. Everything had become very clear in my sight, but it was certainly not Norwick any longer.

    That sight lasted for the longest time. For what seemed to be hours, those silhouettes walked, marching, drudging, with tools in hand, full of intent. The land lacked features, losing all personality to the blank, snow-white image of a vast plain, overrun.

    I felt infinitely drawn to their destination, driven to drag myself along had I only one arm and no legs, or even with my chin, should it come to that. The pull was powerful, the urge intense, and only my complete lack of will kept me from following the shadows.

    Then I opened my eyes. Everything was back to being blue. I think Diego made a request to stroke his cheek, so I tried feeling the bench. There was no feeling. My extremities had gone numb, and my core only barely tangible. It was all I could do to hug my staff to my body.

    I think, then, at some point, that Paolo, Diego, and Daveth decided to take me to the Grapevine. I can only say their names with the improved vision of hindsight, for I only heard three male voices - a worrying scenario. So they took me there, I now know. My gaze had wandered down a moment, and when I looked up, I saw something much different, but very, very familiar. What I saw was a massive glacier, or some kind of block of ice, the vague blue shapes having been replaced by a scene similar to that which I saw when I closed my eyes. At its base were the silhouettes, chipping away laboriously.

    I remember only the terror of the sight, as I was dragged around it, viewing its workforce in all its might. Then we entered, walking through its icy mass. Within was a barren room of ice, utterly simple, yet utterly vivid. Every crease, every crack, every glimmer was perfectly clear to my perception.

    In all of its vast emptiness, there were three chairs and a fire. So we sat. But I remember only the fire, a blue flicker whose light shimmered on the icy walls. There was something handed to me, I think, but I did not feel as if I had received it. Indeed, I felt very little at all. I turned, and saw a man, a lone man, standing in the middle of the room.

    Then he turned. He was tall and pale, but with long, dark hair. He turned and looked at me. Into me. Through me. And he held a finger up, and gestured to me, beckoning me. Then he slowly approached me, and my eyes were locked on his, black and empty. And he whispered to me. But his words, I do not remember. Perhaps I never understood what he told me in the first place.

    Soon after he retreated to a new corner of the room. I tried to see Paolo or Diego, but they were mere silhouettes of blue. Then I settled in, or perhaps my body took itself where it pleased. The location and direction I do not remember. All I recall was a warmth at the back of my neck, and the fire slowly becoming orange - then the warmth returning from all around. Slowly the ice began to melt away. Everything began to melt away. I melted away.

    And then I was back, in the meager comfort of the Grapevine Inn.


  • _A letter is left in reply.

    Wynn Coltrane,

    I am uncertain I will be able to make sense of this vision, but if my knowledge would be somehow helpful to you, then I would be willing to meet in person. I would also suggest seeking religious council, as visions such as this very often have a divine hand. I will seek you out when I am able.

    Celebring_